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good care o' ourselves, Tibby'; save just the auld wersh and fuzionless as"

What we can Maister himself, and the young Chevalier. There's not tell, for the conversation swelled into a canny Mr. Gilbert, our auldest hope, let number higher key, and became more general and lively. one alone to see after him. And as for mim Miss Charles was allowed to replenish the punch-bowl Mysie, I'll wager she's thinking more this night, once; but the motion for another was promptSabbath though it be, of her bridal fal-als, and ly opposed by Tibby, and quietly overruled by the blankets and sheets she can reive frae the the Master. And the youth, just beginning to Fernylees, to her new hame, and the hundred taste “the sweet o' the night,” wished Sunday more pounds o'tocher she should have had, had had been Monday. It was, as Robin Steele after. so much not been spent on Charlie's learning, wards sorrowfully remarked, the foundation of all than o' the father's house, and kindred she's his faults, that “he ne'er kenned when to stop." leaving, and the witless, glaiket brother she is Long before the conviviality had reached the parting from.

pitch to which Charles was attuned, the table Tibby could not dispute this affirmation. With had been cleared, and the “ Big Ha' Bible” again the goose smoking on the assiette, between her placed upon it. Mr. Hepburn requested, on hands, she halted to remark, that “ The deaden- this night, that his friends should sing with him ing o' natural affection, the sure sign o' the ram- and his children, the scriptural paraphrase, on pant growth of pride, prodigality, and the love the chapter which he called on his son, Charles, o' filthy lucre, was among the sorest of the de- to read, the vision of the Patriarch, as he jourfections of these sinfu' times; when gear sin- neyed to Padanaram, the covenant pillar of dered the hearts nature had made the sibbest." Bethel.

The time was gone bye, when the man and the The devotional feelings of Charles Hepburn, woman sat at the board-end off the house o' the though he had made shipwreck of his intended Fernylees, but on this night of peculiar solemnity, profession, were still as warm and excitable as the old respectable pair who occupied the kit- his convivial, sympathies. When that beautiful chen, were invited into the parlour to drink hymn, prosperity to the departing inmates; the other

« O God of Bethel,” servants were on the new system, lodged in was sung, which so powerfully blends human bothies, save one young girl, Tibby's aid-de- charities with heavenly trust, every fibre of his camp. This invitation was made on the motion frame was vibrating. Repelled by the seeming of Charles, who was himself the bearer of it, coldness of those around him, who could now, as and who returned with Tibby under his arm, he scornfully thought, quietly say good night, smirking, and smoothing down her newly donned and retire to bed, he wandered out beneath the clean apron, Robin Steele following, with his stars. The very natural thought rose as he gazqueerest, funniest face, and his blue bonnet, ed around: “What shall have occurred to me, en chapeau bras. Cold, and half-offended, though before I look again on Fernylees, and share my the bride-elect might look from under her dropt dear father's Sabbath night's supper ?" eyelids, the countenance of the auld Maister, and

There would probably have appeared little even those of the married daughters of the fa- beauty in the scene which the moon was now mily, brightened in welcome of this re-union.

rising to any one whose eyes had not, like those Robin's Young Chevalier diligently filled the of Charles', first opened upon this nook of earth. glass of Charles's Greysteel, * —such were their old The Fernylees was a rather bare, extensive pascaressing names for each other — caressing ture farm, lying on “the winter-shaded" side of after the humorous fashion of Scotch wooing, a range of Border hills, near the foot of which, of “ nipping and scratching.” The heart of the on a gentle ascent, stood the thatched farmpatriarchal farmer, at the head of the board, ap- house. A few small arable fields and rushy meapeared to become lighter, for the whispered, dows, stretched out in front and along the holm, half-heard, kindly jibes, passing below the salt. by the side of the river, a humble stream, yet not

“: What can I do for you, Robin, and for you unknown in Scottish song. Around, lay the open too, Tibby," whispered Charles, " in yonder far

pastures, running up into the hills, and covered away, big town?" The considerate maiden with patches of fern, and straggling tufts of paused.

juniper and gorse, or shelving into hollows and “ Send her a sure account o' the state o' the little glades interspersed with natural coppices Gospel in Whirlpool,” whispered Robin, smiling, of hazel, and alder, and sloe-thorn. On one and winking. “ And him," retorted Tibby hand was a low range of bothies and farm-ofsnelly, “ be sure ye send him a sound prent, (Ro. fices: on the other, about equidistant, rose, on an bin's name for a Radical newspaper,) " shewing airy mound, the barn-yard, exactly on the site of how the nation is going to wrack, and the woo' the old Peel-house of the Fernylees. Its massy rising."

sunken wall or bulwark, was part of the origi“E'en let it be sae,” rejoined the shepherd laugh- nal structure. Four very large ash trees had re. ing. “ That is, if it cost ye no expense.

I'm not

mained here, and, save one, thriven, since the times particular about the age, if the doctrine's sound of the Border raids. On the blasted ash the old when it comes ; the Whig prents are grown as tyrant baron of the Fernylees (which was now Greysteel, the name, few natives of Scotland need

a fraction of a ducal domain,) had hung Judon be told, given by James the fourth, when a boy, to the

Ker, a Border thief, whose prowess was recordDouglas.

ed in one of Tibby Elliott's ballads.

In a

pest, or cradle, amid its withered branches, the him listen with more than ordinary patience and boy Charles had found an out-look far up and humility, to the final warning and lecture with down the valley, and a place removed from which Robin and Tibby gratuitously favoured the bustle of the family, in which to con his him. book in quiet,--Charles, the man, a spot “ for

“ Dinna let wise Mr. Gilbert be casting ye up ruminating sweet and bitter fancies,” and for a in our dish,” said the shepherd, appealing to a repentance too seldom followed by good fruits. species of motive, at all times too powerful with

He once again swung himself up into his old Charles. “And oh, Charlie,” wailed the privi, nestling place; and on the eve of a new exist. leged and now weeping maiden, “ be wise now, ence, cast his thoughts backwards upon his few like a dear bairn, and bring na shame upon the and evil days, from the time that he had left the honest house of Fernylees ; and the grey-hairs University. His course had been a series of er- o'the Maister, with sorrow to the grave.” rors and of failures in various attempts to ob- Charles could not reply then; but seventeen tain a living, alternating with periods of complete miles off, and ten hours latter, when he shook idleness, spent often in bitterness while lounging hands with the shepherd, as the mail came up, about his father's farm. Though Charles was but he said with the frank cordiality and sanguine too prone to divide the blame of his misconduct confidence that kept the hearts his follies with others, and to find it in any cause save the would have alienated: “You shall hear how true one, it was not in a season like this, when steady a fellow I'm growin', Robin, Don't dea unveiled conscience arraigned his thoughts, tospair of seeing me, though going out a poor listen to her solemn opinion pronounced on his clerk, Mayor of Liverpool yet ; while wise Gibby, conduct, that he could deceive himself. His elder at home yonder”—The coach-horn drowned the brother and sister had treated him with coldness, prognostication of the young prophet, whatever -had scowled upon him as the idle waster of his it might be, regarding his staid, industrious bro. father's substance, which was robbery of their ther; and he had mounted and was whirling rights. What he called their selfishness usually over the moor, while his Greysteel followed him raised his indignation ; but his feelings were

with glistening eyes. moderate at this hour, and did more justice to his just, if not very generous or cordial relatives. And now two years had passed over the house While this train of thought and sentiment ab. of Fernylees, unmarked by any violent change, sorbed the young man, his affairs still formed save that Tibby Elliot, fancied, with some truth, the theme of the kitchen fireside, to which the that her old master looked a dozen years older, shepherd had returned to light his pipe, after and Robin Steele, silently remarked the increas. suppering the steed that was to bear Charlesing difficulty with which he met the half-yearly away early in the morning to a spot traversed rent-day. Frequent and various in the same period by the Carlisle mail, and to which his Greysteel had been the shifting fortunes of Charles Hepwas to accompany him on the pony.

burn ; and flattering, painful, and contradictory I have no brew of this sudden journey, Ro- the accounts received of, and from him. Now bin,” said the thoughtful maiden. “ Ye see how all promised prosperity, and Robin received a ill fit that lad is to take care of himself: anither half-dozen newspapers by one post ; and next bowl on a Sabbath night! He's not fit to be time it was heard, from some chance source, that trusted frae hame-his wild aits are far from Charles had again lost his employment, or had being a' sawn yet, or I'm sair mista’en.”

abandoned it as usual. And no place fitter than the Fernylees to Wise Gilbert had married, in the meanwhile, drap them, where I'm sure there's no want o' and brought home his wife ; which made Tibby geese to pick them up,” said Robin, in a humour prudently abdicate to avert a virtual dethronebetween mirth and bitterness. No one foresaw ment. She retired to a small cottage, in a thrive the dangers of his friend Charles's character ing village, about two miles off, the recent creamore clearly than himself ; but he saw farther, tion of the wool of the adjoining hills. in a and looked hopefully to the future effects of the few months her“kind, gude, auld Maister,” suryoung man's early training, and to the natural rendering his concerns into the hands of his strength of his understanding, yet correcting er- elder son, on a very slender annuity, to termi. rors in whose source were mingled

nate with his lease, made the ancient maiden “ So much of carth-so much of Heaven,

happy, by becoming her lodger, or rather the And such impetuous blood.”

master of her cottage. The thick over-spreading branches of " Judon's The trusty Robin Steele, who still lived at the ash,” had for generations formed a kind of cha- farm, often joined their family worship on the pelry to the of Ferny lees. It was evenings of Sundays ; and so far as Tibby's the fortune of Charles Hepburn to be now, as means and management would stretch, the SABit drew on to midnight, the unvoluntary listener BATU Night's SUPPER, proscribed by the more to his grey-haired father's earnest prayers, for refined manners of the modern lady of Fernyhimself. With feelings he listened, from which lees, was not yet wholly wanting to the venerwe withdraw in reverence, though their foun. able auld Maister; nor was the health of Charles tain was no deeper than the breast of a gay and ever forgotten by Robin. If ever the father spoke very thoughtless young man,

of him whom his thoughts seldom left, it was to The lingering influence of these feelings made these two humble friends that his confidings


were made ; his fears and hopes, and fears again. declared herself, though cast off by her friends, In a fit of generous, though somewhat misplaced to be, as the wife of Charles, the happiest woindignation, Charles, usually a most irregular man in England. There was that in the phrase correspondent, wrote home when he learned the which made the old father fear, that short as terms on which his father had surrendered his her term of married life had been, it had not all lease, enclosing all of his year's salary that been thus happy. And he was right. The young he could realize, L.50. With what exultation did pair—and the wife was very young—had not been Tibby carry this intelligence to Robin, that

many weeks married, when Charles, by his freafternoon, as she saw him wearing the hoggs quently recurring inattentions and imprudencies, down the braes overhanging the village. Scarce- lost an advantageous employment. Then came ly could he prevail with her to keep from taunt- season of great hardship and privation in ing, with the generosity of the prodigal son, the which everything failed but the affection which penurious brother :-"Ye wot not, lass,” Robin mutual suffering deepened between them into said, “ the hard bargain and sore strife, Gilbert unutterable tenderness. Oh, well may the has with a lady wife, down-looking merkates, and strongest-minded of the human race dread the the ransom rent of the Fernylees.” Tibby was a subduing force of evil habit, and guard against woman, and though almost always kind, not al- the very appearance of evil, when Charles Hepways perfectly reasonable. “ Ye'll see Charlie burn, now feeling to madness the folly and Hepburn bigg us a braw sclated house with a cruelty of his own unsteady conduct, and parbyre at the gait-end, and mak’ the auld Maister doned, and offending times without number, could walk down the town with his gold cane yet," again fall into error. His final lapse was more was her frequent boast; but till the accomplish- pardonable in the immediate cause, than many of ment of these prophecies, which sometimes made his former misadventures, though it chanced to the saint-like old man smile, he thoughtfully be attended by worse consequences; for though laid aside the greater part of this money, fear. the least it was the last drop in the overflowing ing that Charles was not past all his expensive спр. follies, and therefore not above want for him- Six months before, when sunk in the very depths self. And he congratulated himself on this fore- of misery, shunned by his gay companions, and thought, when, after another long silence, it was looking forward to the last extremity of poverty ; heard by accident, from a neighbouring farmer, and when, but for the sake of his wise, he would who had been at Liverpool to sell his wool, that have fled to the ends of the earth to avoid or Charles Hepburn was married ! Tibby's first amend his fortunes, he once more found employimpulse was indignation ; but she suppressed her ment as an inferior clerk to an extensive comown feelings, to spare those of her master. pany, the senior partner of which was a native “We'll be sure to get a letter next week,” she of Scotland. Their business waz chiefly with would say, at the spare weekly supper, to which so


the United States. For some weeks the punctu. old friend or neighbour often came in, uninvited ality and diligence of Charles were quite exembut welcome. “Postage, Mr. Charles knows to plary. Mr. Dennistoun began to hope that the be no light charge ; ye are aye complaining o'the bad business character he bore universally in parliamentere, Robin ; will ye get them to take of Liverpool, was unfounded or exaggerated. that post-letter cess that brings sae meikle heart- “ New brooms sweep clean,” said the cautious break to poor wives, widow women, and lanely Mr. William Smith, a junior partner, promoted mothers. But I'se warrant me Mr. Charles, now for industry and attention, from the quill and that he is a married man, with the care of a fa. packing. cord. He had, indeed, been very unwil. mily upon his head, is another guess, man. I never ling to receive the branded clerk, who, among saw the wise man yet that marriage did not sober other sins, was understood to have committed and steady."

that of rhyme. Mr. Smith was right. The Even to such slender consolation the old fa. old leaven still fermented in the constitution ther would try to smile. Of the new ties and of Hepburn; and simultaneously with the disduties Charles had taken upon himself, in a dis- covery of his superior intelligence in some detant land, he knew nothing: but he hoped, and partments of business, came the experience that prayed ; and his heart revived, and grew strong had been forced upon all his employers. The in its trust, when his son's next letter called temptations of society, pleasure, and what he upon him to send his congratulations to the called friendship, returned with unmitigated force gentle English girl who had preferred his Charles upon their fascinated victim. Three times in the to wealthier suitors, and a grandsire's blessing to course of the twelve months he had been disthe new-born infant, named, in pride and fond- charged, and restored upon promises of amendness, by his venerable name. It had been then that ment. The last time to the tears and intercessions Charles, ever the man of impulse, had written of his wife,-whom, as a desperate expedient, home, and then, under the influence of new. Charles had humbled himself so far as to permit to born feelings, he had vowed, on the lips of his go to plead for him. Mr. Dennistoun pronounced child, a future life of wisdom and firmness of his conduct “ruinous,” such as he could not overpurpose—a resolution kept for three long look, save for Mrs. Hepburn's sake, just this months. At the end of that time his wife re- once. 'And could Agnes, who loved so tenderly, quested to add a postscript to his letter home,- and hoped so brightly, doubt that now her husfor Fernylees was still called home, in which she band, restored to confort and respectability, would be steady-be all that was wanting to moved about the room, Charles, still under the make her, poor and unregarded as she was be- excitement of his revel, talked wildly of the wit, come, still “ the happiest woman in England." | the gaiety, the national feeling, the rapturous Once again evil habit prevailed over the sincere conviviality, with which his friends and himself, but infirm resolution of Hepburn.

men of different nations, Scotch, English, Irish, In the bitter cold morning of the 26th of Ja. and American, united by the bond of enthusiastic nuary, 18—, the young wife of Charles Hepburn- admiration, had celebrated the birth-day of Scotand she was still under nineteen-sat in thesingle land's immortal bard:poor apartment they rented by the week, hush- “And the bonds they grew tighter the more they were wet." ing her moaning child ; and at the same time pre- He repeated the flashes of Scotch genius which paring coffee for her husband's breakfast, to be had electrified the banqueters, the bursts of ready against the minute he would awake.

She Irish humour which had set the table in a roar. knew that he slept too long. Her eyes, heavier Either the fire and spirit of these sallies had from a long night of watching than from tears, for totally evaporated, or Agnes was an unfit reciof late she seldom wept, were mournfully fixed pient. On this morning she, for the first time, on her infant, and then a single tear stole down could not feel with Charles, or her sympathy the cheek, thin and sunken from the “ peachy was feigned or faint—her smile, for she at. bloom” once celebrated in Charles's sonnets. The tempted to smile, forced and languid. Charles, snow-drift was spinning without, and the twi. whose sensibility was quick as ethereal fire, felt light, grey and dull enough in that morning, in damped, disconcerted, and became silent. this narrow and mean street of a busy and The neighbouring church clock again sullenly crowded part of Liverpool ; yet Agnes had opened swung forth another hour, with the peculiar but a small part of the shutter, that her husband heavy sound of bells in a snow-fall. He paused might obtain another half hour's sleep after his in playing with and tossing the child, whom, in prolonged revel. The clock of a neighbouring whatever humour it might be, he always succhurch struck a late hour. Starting at the sound, ceeded in making laugh,-paused to count the she stole on tip-toe to the side of the bed, and strokes. “Seven, eight, nine”-he started—“ten, gazed, through now fast-gathering tears, on the eleven!He threw down the boy, and seized his sleeper, the dreamer whether awake or asleep !-- watch. It had run down amid his jollity.

“ Good gently pressed her cold lips to his flushed brow, God ! is that clock true! Agnes, how thought—and turned way. Soft as her movements had less, how very thoughtless, to let me sleep so been, they had awaked the restless slumberer ; long!” Conscience checked the unjust reproach. and she was but seated, with her child in her lap, “ I could not, Charles ; indeed I could not find when he tossed aside the curtain.

heart to awake you while you looked so fevered “You are up already, Agnes, love:- I'm afraid and flushed, so much to need rest." I kept you up very late last night too; surely “ Foolish woman! For this your child may you did not watch for me? But what a glorious want bread !” He hastily dressed himself, or night, Agnes! how Burns himself would have rather huddled on his clothes, soiled and unenjoyed it ; —a glorious night! a Noctes Ambro- brushed from his revel; while ready to faint sianæ !

amid the struggles of her various feelings, Agnes There was no immediate reply.

tremblingly held the cup to his parched lips, “ Was Burns a married man?" at last whis. which he but tasted, as with one look fixed pered the English woman, whose young silvery upon her, in which burned love, grief, and revoice was already touched with sorrow; and she morse, he started away. He few to the wareleant her head on the bosom of her child.

house, where he should have been, where he had “ Married ! ay, to be sure ; have you forgotten most unconditionally and voluntarily promised • Bonny Jean,' and the little charming song you to be, by nine o'clock; to the dock, where the made me teach you— When first I went a New York packet had lain, in which he was that wooing of you?'” cried the Scotsman, with some morning to have shipped a valuable consignment impatience of his wife's ignorance on points so of expensive British shawls, which were only to familiar to himself. “ You have then forgotten arrive in Liverpool through the night. It was a • Of all the airts the wind can blaw,'” he went duty which Mr. Dennistoun, in a fit of confidence on, in a half-reproachful, half-playful tone. and good-humour, had intrusted to Charles,

“ Oh, no, no, I have not forgotten that.” had specially selected him to manage, as a mark

“ Then, quick, Agnes dearest, get me some of confidence. The vessel had left the dock tea—not coffee to-day—my throat is parched, she was out at sea! In a state of feeling very and my head aches like a hundred fiends. Fetch far from “ glorious,” Charles bent his steps to your son here, and I will nurse him till you get his place of business with shame and apprehenbreakfast; I trust he is better to-day. But when sion-not unmingled with self-condemnationdid you get up, love? I hope you did not sit striving, in vain, to fortify himself with the re. for me: I daresay it was two o'clock before I got Aection of how weak it was in Agnes not to have home.” Agnes did not now say how much later roused him earlier. True, she knew not of his it had been, nor yet how long she had held her important engagements ; she had indeed scarce solitary vigil. She placed the boy in his father's seen him for the last twenty-four hours. arms, and hastened to procure a small quantity The first sight that met the eyes of Charles, of tea with her almost last shilling. While she on entering the dreaded counting-house, was

a news

Mr. Dennistoun himself, writing at the desk wanted but this, in the present mood of the unusually called Mr. Hepburn's. Mr. Smith was fortunate Hepburn, to madden him outright. He similarly employed; but the young gentleman ran out; he passed from street to street ; his partner, the capitalist, lounged over

only distinct thought being by which avenue he paper. Every clerk was, in his own department, could soonest escape from the town. In an hour quill-driving, as if for life and death; and nought he was several miles beyond money-making, was heard but the rustle of sharp-nibbed pens on many-masted Liverpool, cursing his existence, paper. The office clock struck the half-hour past and the day that had given birth to a wretch mid-day-clocks, his enemies throughout all his whose life was fraught with blighting to all that life, were this day to be the ruin of Charles Hep- loved him. An expression once wrung in anguish burn-living things with mocking voices, taunt. from his aged father, now recurred to him, as one ing his misery. He stood crushing his hat between idea will to the man whose reason is failing : his hands, hy the side of his own desk; and, on his Unstable as water thou shalt not prevail !This first attempt to speak, the eyes of all the persons he muttered ; shouted in his own ears ; screamed present were involuntarily turned upon him, with out in his despair. expressions varying with the character of the spectators—all eyes, save those of Mr. Dennis. The long winter's day' wore heavily on with toun, who never once raised his head. As there the drooping, and ill-boding Agnes; yet she was, after five minutes waiting, no symptom of exerted herself to amuse her child, and to prethat gentleman relaxing in his writing, Charles, pare such food, against her husband's arrival, as his brow flushing, muttered, in deep confusion, her slender means afforded, and such as she con“ I am quite ashamed —quite unpardonable my ceived best adapted to the state of inanition in conduct is this morning, Sir." The old gentle. which she knew he must return home after his man bowed coldly in assent, and continued his revel and subsequent exhaustion. That he writing. “ But the Washington has not sailed, would not return, never once occurred to her, though the John Adams has gone. I trust there many as were the anxious thoughts over which is yet time.”

she brooded. As the day wore later, Agnes, Spare yourself all trouble on that account, became more and more uneasy. Occasionally Mr. Hepburn,” said the old gentleman, who Hepburn's impulsive zeal had detained him could be as stately, when he so pleased, as if after the ordinary hours of business ; and but bred in a court, instead of a Glasgow counting- too frequently he encountered, in the busy house. “The goods are shipped,--though tar- streets of Liverpool, “friends, countrymen, and dily, yet in good order. That, Sir, became my lovers," all joyously met ; whom he could not enduty, as I had been credulous enough to believe tertain in his own poor lodging, and adjourned the Ethiopian could change his skin; weak with to a tavern. enough to assume an improper responsibility.” In the evening, one or two of Charles's conHe was still writing ; and now coolly handed a vivial companions, of the previous night, called slip of paper to Hepburn, who, while his eyes flash- at his lodging to fight their battles o'er again ; ed, and then became dim, read an order to the but he was found to be abroad, and his wife, cash -keeper to pay instantly whatever arrears of usually a very lively person, was “sullen,” one salary were due to him. That was not much, but young man said, and another, more candid, “in Dennistoun, Smith, and Company had no further low spirits,—and no wonder.” Later in the night occasion for his services ! Charles stood at first a porter called, belonging to the Dennistoun and dumb and petrified; he then attempted to speak, Smith firm, who was from Charles's native to remonstrate, to supplicate. He thought of parish, and who felt kindly towards him, and Agnes and her boy, and bitter and wretched was often helpful to him and his wife in many were his feelings. This dismissal was not merely little matters. When informed that Mr. Heploss of employment: it was the wreck of the last burn had not yet come home to dinner, the man remains of his professional character. Who looked so blank, that the imagination of Agnes, would trust any man dismissed in disgrace by prone of late to gloomy apprehension, caught the calm and liberal Dennistonn. In reply to fresh alarm, and the simple man was glad to his broken solicitation, this gentleman, now in- escape from her anxious questionings. Leaving exorable, however kind he had formerly been, her sleeping child to the care of her landlady, without uttering a word, wrote away, merely Agnes walked to the extensive warehouses of bowing and waving his hand, in signal to the Dennistoun. All was shut up in darkness, and speaker to be gone. Choking with feelings of must have been so for some hours. With diffipride, of grief now chafed to anger, Hepburn culty she made her way home, where Hepburn abruptly left the apartment, and the old gentle- had not yet appeared ; and now exhausted from man picked up the order he had dropt, and de- want of sleep and of food, and tortured by apsired the cash-keeper to pay over the money to prehension, she became so ill, that when the land. himself. As Charles passed through the outer lady proposed to go to the private residence of room the lounging gentleman-partner called to Mr. Dennistoun, to obtain intelligence of Charles, him to pay him a compliment on his verses, re- no opposition was offered. cited at the festival of the preceding night, The Liverpool merchant was in his splendid which he, an amateur of the Muses, had just drawing-room, enjoying his well-earned evening finished reading, though in business hours. It leisure in the midst of his family, and with a

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